Category: Creative Writing

  • Joy from a Touch

    My heart, racing My awareness, peaking My breath, hitched My eyes, fixed I’ve been woken up by this Again  A spark I couldn’t control One I struggle to ignore. But I did Well My family wouldn’t accept this part of me I knew this early Being Black was difficult enough, but this Warrants a modern-day

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  • Protected: This Place Sure Does Know How To Wear Someone Down

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  • Have You Ever Seen Venus Twinkle During Dawn?

    Have You Ever Seen Venus Twinkle During Dawn?

    Someone asked me: “What is one thing that made you happy recently?” Have you ever seen Venus twinkle during dawn? A lightning storm hovering in the distance. Plane silence triggering a unique ambience. Slight turbulence resetting the moment. Again and again.  I wasn’t expecting that. It didn’t last.  It never does when the sun is

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  • It’s a New Year, and I Don’t Play.

    It’s a New Year, and I Don’t Play.

    I used to play.  For fun. To indulge the other person. To make light of the situation. To feel good. To feel better. But the surface is hardly ever fun long-term, I wanted something real.  And playing leads to uncertainty, To mixed feelings, To boredom, And longing for more. So I stopped, Abruptly.  It was

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  • On The Fire: How Could An Angel Create So Much Hell?

    On The Fire: How Could An Angel Create So Much Hell?

    Fire has been confusing for me. For an embarrassing amount of time, Fire confused me. Because of this, Fire is something that I think about a lot. I know how I feel about it now. I’ve taken quizzes. Read books. Researched. Inquired. Meditated. The works on Fire. To determine what it means for me. How

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  • Crimson

    Crimson

    A beauty, Ethereal. Her mesmerizing glow dimmed. Yet, she still captivates. A real showstopper.

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  • When We Decide To Breathe

    When We Decide To Breathe

    They’ve danced around in their feelings for years.  Furthering their journey through tension.  The point of no return was anticipated.  Counting from three, they long for confession.  When two become one.  The question arises, “What have we done?”

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